ROSA: I've always been attracted to rough men. Men with that sexy swagger, men who know how to fight whatever the world has to throw at them. Thatβs why all my relationships end in thunder and heartache. This guy that just walked into the ER could be different. Heβs gorgeous: strong lines, blue eyes
Storm's Soldiers MC
β Scribed by Notaro, Paige
- Book ID
- 109195853
- Year
- 2015
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 198 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
MEAGAN: He's a pressure valve set to explode. A little steam and I wound up scalded. What's gonna happen when he blows? It's ok. I can handle this, cause I want to handle him. But don't I deserve more? Don't I deserve a man who won't hurt me? He can't hide me from the light forever. One day I'll want an answer. I'm not sure how long I can wait. VAUGHN: A rough word uttered in her defense and I'm out of her graces. Can't she see I'm trying? I'm twisting against my roots to stand in her light. If that's not enough, then I don't know what else I can do. Except for the one thing. The one act that must be done sooner or later, if we are to have a future. It'll cost me everything. Is she worth it?
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